Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 692: The sadness of the last eucharist, in order to protect it, the eucharist rises…
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The desolate and ruined temple.
A middle-aged man with a stubborn beard sits here lonely.
The hands and feet were shackled, and the chains passed through the bones of his lute.
On the back is a heavy ancient stele, which is engraved with the writings of the Tyrant Body.
This scene seems to be a little bleak, a little lonely, and sad.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never believe that the person in front of him was an ancient sacrament.
But the kind of resonance that emanated from the bloodline made Jun Xiaoyao absolutely sure.
This person is the Ancient Eucharist.
It was a middle-aged man with a normal appearance, dressed in a somewhat old gray cloth shirt, with a shaggy beard, muddy eyes and messy black hair.
Looks like a middle-aged uncle drunk in the wine market.
No one would have thought that this is an ancient sacrament.
The desolate ancient sacrament, even if it declines again, it will give people a feeling of blood rushing into the sky and oppressing the galaxy.
The ancient sacrament in front of him is like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the red dust.
"Uncle, we brought you delicious food, we will roast chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, carrying a cleaned spirit feather chicken in her hand.
The man smiled, and a touch of kindness appeared in his eyes.
Some rough hands stroked Xiao Xuan Xuan's small head.
"Uncle, this little brother is also an ancient sacrament, he is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.
"My lord, the new Eucharist is finally here." Ning Defa arched his hand at the middle-aged man, with respect in his eyes.
Even if the middle-aged man is this down and down, their words are full of respect.
The middle-aged man cast his eyes on Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.
Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the realm of the middle-aged man is not weak.
It's also the Holy Master Realm, less to say.
The Holy Master Realm, compared with the Supreme, seems to be nothing.
But you must know that the ancient sacramental body is confined by the world and it is extremely difficult to cultivate.
In modern times, even the ancient saints in the Saint Realm are rarely seen.
The desolate ancient sacrament of the Holy Master Realm is already extremely enchanting.
The fallen Eucharist that Jun Xiaoyao got before is no more than a saint.
As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.
He is an anomaly, and he signed for a sacred body that was born to break the shackles and cannot be counted.
The middle-aged man in front of him is a ridiculous ancient sacrament in the Holy Lord Realm.
But Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the blood in his body is declining, his vitality is dry, and he is extremely weak, as if he is going to the end of his life.
Those chains, as well as ancient monuments, are all killing the blood in the man's body.
"This little brother and I have something to say." The middle-aged man said, his voice hoarse.
Ning De took the initiative to understand, and pulled up the hands of Xiao Xuan Xuan and Ning Chen: "Go, let's roast this chicken."
"Oh, roast chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan giggled.
Ning Chen also wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the back of the siblings leaving, the middle-aged man's cloudy eyes had a touch of love.
Jun Xiaoyao said at this moment: "It seems that Senior takes care of this pair of brothers and sisters very much, and even gives them the little Eucharist essence and blood left in him."
Hearing what Jun Xiaoyao said, the man was not surprised, but leisurely spoke.
"I think, one day, even if I fall, I will be able to Communion, leaving a little spark~IndoMTL.com~Welfare] Give you a cash red envelope! Follow the vx public [Book Friends Base Camp] to receive it !
"This pair of children are born with amazing bones. They have more holy blood in their bodies than the descendants of other temple guards. They are sparks and will be enough to start a prairie fire in the future."
The man's tone was plain, and he didn't have any resentment because of his own situation.
"These drops of Holy Body Essence and Blood are also from the predecessors." Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient Holy Body Essence and Blood that had been auctioned off.
The man's face remained calm and he nodded lightly.
"Why don't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.
In his opinion, this Eucharist is by no means the kind of person who is struggling for life, greedy for life and fear of death.
He is willing to endure the humiliation of being restrained.
"I am the last Lord of the Desolate Ancient Temple, and also the Last Eucharist. My talents are limited. I only broke the five chains. I can only cultivate to the Holy Master Realm at most, and I can't make any progress."
"I am already ashamed of my ancestors, and I don't want to confuse the line of guardians who swear to follow the Eucharist line."
"I originally wanted to fight to death, but at a certain moment, I saw the brother and sister, as if I saw the spark of hope."
"I want to survive, even if I suffer all the humiliation, I must guard that village and continue the spark..."
The man looked up, his eyes still bright.
Be in the dark, with a bright heart.
He can die.
But before he died, he also had to see the brother and sister with his own eyes, who grew up and continued the glory of the Eucharist.
At this moment, Rao is as indifferent as a gentleman, and his mind can't help but shake slightly.
He understood why Xiao Xuan Xuan would say that the uncle is a great hero to protect them.
"I don't know the name of the predecessor?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone is also with a touch of respect.
"My name, Wu Hu." The man named Wu Hu said hoarsely.
People are as they are.
Guard means guardian.
Because of his protection, there is still a trace of spark in the line of the Eucharist.
"Senior Wuhu, since I am here, then no tragedies will be allowed to happen."
"The desolate ancient temple, and the line of people who guard the temple, will not just fall away!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was firm.
"You still don't know the name of the little brother?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, and broke away from the bleak emotions.
"Under, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Jun Xiaoyao...surnamed Jun...could it be..."
As if thinking of something, Wu Hu couldn't help but a flash of surprise in his muddy eyes.
"Could it be, that gentleman..." Wu Hu said in surprise.
"Yes, I'm from the desolate ancient monarch's house." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Wu Hu's figure suddenly shook, and an unprecedented golden glow burst into his eyes.
His silent blood seems to start to boil, looking at Jun Xiaoyao as if looking at a rare treasure.
Desolate ancient monarchs, Wuhu naturally knows.
That is a terrifying family that has inherited countless eras in the fairyland.
Even the deserted ancient temple in its heyday, I dare not underestimate the monarch's house.
Ordinary and immortal forces, the desolate ancient temple will not be taken seriously.
But in the face of a monarch, it is better than a deserted ancient temple to treat each other with courtesy, not casually.
Wuhu never expected that this generation of ridiculous ancient sacrament came from the family of the monarch.
With such a strong background, maybe the line of the ancient temple and the guardian of the temple is really possible to rise again!
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Jun Xiaoyao releases his own breath again.
The breath made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed a certain fact that he couldn't believe!
"This...how is this possible, in your blood and breath, there is no feeling of being suppressed, is it..."
Rao Yi Wuhu's disposition can't help his voice trembling.
Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "Below is the complete sacred body that broke the ten chains."
Boom!
These words flashed through Wu Hu's mind like thunder, making him tremble all over.
After that, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, tears all over his face.
The emotions are too exciting to suppress.
What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of the Eucharist!